All Chapters of Beneath The Mafia's Vow: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Vienna They say a girl’s wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. The day all her dreams come true, the day she glows and shines like the world is at her feet. Well apparently that didn’t apply to me because my wedding day was the worst day of my life. I glowed and shone, but inside, I was a bag of rotten broccolis, curled and soaked with the dirty wave of despair. *** *A day ago* My wedding to Rafael Conti had been scheduled three weeks after he asked me to be his wife. I was ridden with the joy that comes with getting married to the person you love. When you’re twenty-three and getting married, it may seem like the best thing happening to you. Everyone was excited, including my father – Danielo Mahonnas – which was an unnatural thing, considering how strict and hardened the man is. But Rafael is a Conti, the son to my father’s second-in-command and in the Mafia society my family belonged to – The Vices – it is always smiled upon when there is a marriage b

ViennaI hate my life.Or at least what has become of it.I stayed in my room for two days after my disastrous wedding, not leaving except for that one time I confronted Marco is his study.Wrong move by the way, that man is as dangerous at home as he is outside.The way his hands moved on my body reminded me so much of the things I can never have.The man I can never be with.I met some people the first day I came here – the domestic staff, some dangerous looking men dressed in dark suits, and a blonde lady I couldn’t place.My mother came to visit on the third day and she had some kind of flimsy excuse about why my dad couldn’t show his face.“He is humiliated,” she states.“Humiliated? He made a deal with the devil and shoved me headfirst into the crosshairs of a man whose best friend is a gun and he is the one who is humiliated? I am beyond humiliated, I am heartbroken, torn to pieces, disgraced and worse, I can't reach –” I break down and my mother pulls me into a hug. It is not

MarcoI wipe my hands on a napkin my driver provides for me as he starts the ignition.The Mahonnas girl is still shaken, eyes wide, skin as pale as a ghost, lips trembling. For someone who grew up in a mafia home she sure as hell isn’t taking this well.“You got something you want to say?” I grind out.“What did you do?” she whispers, looking straight ahead and avoiding my eyes.“Not that it’s any of your business,” I spit, “but I had someone to take care of. The whole reason I accepted that damn invitation in the first place.”She is silent and in the glow of the street lights blurring past us, I see the slight tremble of her body.Without thinking, I reach out to her and she jerks back, alarmed.“Don’t fucking touch me!”I smirk, loving the pleasure I’m getting at the sight of her being terrified of me. “There’s blood on your arm and as much as I always love to see a Mahonnas bleed, something tells me that’s someone else’s blood.”She glares at me in disgust before grabbing a silk